It’s safe to say that my favorite books when I was a kid were The Baby-Sitters Club series by Ann M. Martin. Which is why it was totally crazy of my mother to give them to my cousins after I’d stopped reading them, only to have them donate the books to the church library or something, never to be seen again. Naturally, it took me a few years to realize that a)the books were GONE and b)they were NOT COMING BACK. (And then I whined about it for at least a decade.)

Luckily, in awesome Mom fashion, two years ago she got her hands on a pristine set of the books (from the 80’s**, before they redesigned the covers and made them ugly***), through book 82 or so (long after Ann M. Martin had stopped writing them and I’d stopped reading them.) I’d never been so happy. My broken heart was mended; my shelves are the envy of some.
(Insert raucous applause for mom here.)

I’d venture to say that the Baby-Sitters Club girls were like the Sex and the City girls of their day. I was definitely a Mary Ann, (who I guess grew up to be Charlotte?) except I dressed like Kristy. (A freaking slob. A thrown-away slob whose clothes never even remotely matched. I had a t-shirt that said “Freak in the Room” (complete with Fruit of the Loom logo.) It took me many years to learn how to dress myself and sometimes I’m still not sure that I know what I’m doing. I mean, I didn’t start wearing eyeliner until like a year ago. And I still don’t know how to fix my hair.) I look at pictures of myself from 7th grade and wonder why my mom ever let me leave the house looking like I’d been left on the side of the road for days. I realize now that she probably figured it wasn’t worth the fight and that I’d look back someday and wonder just what the hell was wrong with me — which is possibly the ultimate mom victory.
(Insert slow clap for mom here.)

The worst is probably my 7th grade school photo**** — I’d forgotten it was picture day, and so my hair was in fine form, pulled back into a ponytail, with a mess of bangs that kinda look like a deflated pompadour on my head. Like someone had taken my ponytail and flipped it back on top of my head so the ends of my hair made my bangs. Except they were my actual bangs, not a reverse ponytail. I was a mess. And the sad (awesome) thing was that I really didn’t care. (Perhaps I will locate this photo and scan it. Don’t hold your breath, though). Did Kristy ever care what she looked like? Hell no! That girl went for comfort from the get-go.
(Insert sideways glance and slow nod of approval for Kristy here.)

But I was also an extreme goody-two-shoes (still am) who did her homework and minded her parents (even if it meant sneaking Kudos granola bars out of the kitchen cabinet for a snack every now and then. Not that they would have denied me a snack. I was just afraid to ask for fear of rejection. And also, they were delicious and I was hungry.) And I didn’t play sports because mostly I was afraid of the ball. So, Mary Ann prevailed.

I didn’t relate to Claudia because I was smart (but I did admire her candy collection.) My cousins had diabetes, so they had Stacy covered (though from the big city they were not). And I probably didn’t meet any crunchy Dawn types until high school, but she was alright I guess. At least she didn’t come across as a major biotch like the other girls did (in at least one book apiece.) And I didn’t pay attention to the younger girls because I was one of the older girls. Mallory Who? Jesse Somebody? They are worthy of a pat on the head.

Tonight I just got a few new (used) books to add to my collection (for 35 cents each!) and felt the urge write a little love note to those books and to my momma. There’s a life lesson in here somewhere. (And it is to let your momma help you with your hair even if you hate hairspray and think it stinks.)

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*Theme song parody courtesy of my family, circa 1994

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****There is a picture from a birthday party in 7th grade that is a pretty close second, though.

I’ve been reading a lot of Charlaine Harris, and little to none of children’s and YA. I think this is indicative of two things: 1) my mental capacity right now and b) the segue into a new part of my career and my life.

So, cozy mysteries are about all I can handle right now, though I’ve been throwing in some nonfiction to try and keep my brain functioning (‘Born to Run’ by Christopher McDougall, since I have started running, lazily, and ‘Live from New York: An Uncensored History of Saturday Night Live,’ since I have been wistfully reminiscing about my comedy days.)

I started ‘Three Bedrooms, One Corpse,’ which is Book 3 in Harris’ Aurora Teagarden series. When I checked the book out, the clerk at the library saw the title and started laughing.
Quote: “Mysteries are so crazy! I mean, look at this title: Three Bedrooms, One Corpse. If there’s a corpse in one bedroom, what do you think happened in those OTHER bedrooms?”
I told her I’d come back and let her know when I was done.
Oh, and by the way, Aurora is supposed to be a “librarian” but she really is a library clerk. Aurora Teagarden did not go to library school and does not know about “Boolean logic.” She also doesn’t do library programming, cataloging, or collection development. She checks out books and reshelves them, which means she is an integral part of a library’s front line staff. Not a librarian. Front line staff are important, but they are not librarians. Not everyone who works in a library is a librarian. I don’t mean to be elitist, but I did not spend two years of my life and thousands of dollars to be lumped in with everyone who works at a library. I have a master’s degree and therefore I am a librarian. Okay, thanks, bye.

Born To Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen
Christohper McDougall
Knopf, 2009.

This book is about crazy people who are crazy and run mega miles in sandals. But apparently they don’t get running injuries like the rest of us so maybe we are the crazy ones.
Side note: My shins hurt like they’ve never hurt before.
Second side note: I am getting old.
Third side note: This is the kind of nonfiction I really like.

Live from New York: An Uncensored History of Saturday Night Live, as Told By Its Stars, Writers and Guests
Tom Shales and James Andrew Miller
Little, Brown and Company, 2002.

Um, hello. This is the best book I read in 2010, hands down (and I read a lot of books in 2010).

It’s historical fiction, but it’s the kind of “historical” “fiction” that tricks you by really being set in the present, and then taking you back in time through a diary. Jennifer Donnelly is a trickster!!

Basically, Andi (main character) is depressed about her younger brother’s death, which she feels is her fault. So, she stops doing her schoolwork. Except she goes to a really prestigious school in NYC and her father (a super-genius geneticist who cares more about DNA than his own children) simply won’t stand for that! So he whisks her off to Paris (sooo awesome) and tells her she has to write her senior thesis or ELSE! And then Andi discovers the diary of Alexandrine Paradis, the companion of the dauphin of France, and begins to read her first-hand account of the revolution. And that’s where the real fun begins! (Seriously, it is very wonderfully great).

Anyway, I don’t really want to say a lot about this book because I’m afraid if I think about it too much then I might not like it as much as I do right now. And this book, I want to keep loving.

I’ll just say that if you’ve ever had any interest at all in music, the French Revolution, and the fate of Louis-Charles (or even if you haven’t), then just read the dang book already!

In what I hope will become a new awesome trend in YA literature, Bright Young Things is one of two books to be recently released set in the 1920s. Come on, people. Why doesn’t anyone write books set in the ’20s? I’m guessing since Boardwalk Empire is HBO’s hot new thing, the 20’s are just SUPER HOT NOW!! YEAH, PROHIBITION! JAZZ!

Anyway, Bright Young Things tells the story of two teenage girls, Cordelia and Letty, who hop on a train from Ohio to the big bright lights of New York City. These are some girls after my own heart. While I did inform my parents of my plans before I moved to Chicago at the age of 22 (unlike our characters here), I did sorta hop on a plane one day with a couple of suitcases, a cat, and a dream…so I can relate!

Letty wants to be a star ; Cordelia wants to find her long lost daddy, whom she believes is bootlegger Darius Grey. They have a big fight their first night in the city, and split up (good job, girls). Along the way there are boys (good and bad), forbidden romance, lonely socialites, wild parties, a hidden tunnel, and a creepy creepo Broadway producer. Woo hoo!

My only complaint is that the story just sort of ended. Well, I guess my other complaint is that it never really took off, either. I probably spent a week or more on this book (which is a lot for me), and unlike Jennifer Donnely’s Revolution (more on that later), it wasn’t because I didn’t want the book to end. I guess what propelled me through the story was the setting/time — I’ve always been a Gatsby girl, after all.

First thought: Ahhh! This book LOOKS SO COOL. I think the term “documentary novel” (or, as I like to call it, “docu-novel”) is being tossed around about this book, because Wiles intertwines her story with images, advertisements, speeches, and song lyrics from the early 60’s. My short attention span was so grateful to have black and white photos with large bold text to look at in between (short) chapters. This book is absolutely a joy to flip through.

The story is set in 1962, where our narrator, Franny, is learning to duck and cover at school, for the Cuban Missle Crisis is in full-swing. In addition to worrying about being blown up by the Soviets, Franny has other issues to deal with — her PTSD-stricken uncle, who is stuck in the trenches of WWI, her budding flower child older sister, running away to secret meetings and joining the Civil Rights Movement, her perfect younger brother who cannot tell a lie, the cute boy down the street who actually talks to her, and her (former) best friend who has completely turned her back on her and starts openly mocking her in school. A lot to deal with. And, oh Franny, it’ll all be okay.

I really like Franny. Franny may have been catapulted into my top 10 favorite young girl narrators. I want to give Franny a hug. And I applaud her for not losing her mind despite the mess she’s in.

I wonder though, if children will embrace this novel as fully as I have. I think this is definitely a niche novel; it’ll appeal to a certain type of reader, but I’m not sure if it has that universal appeal that makes a novel truly great (in my opinion). It’ll be interesting to see this novel’s progress. Some kids might be turned off by the images strewn throughout the book (it may be too much of an interruption; too “nonfiction-ey”.) This kid was not.

]]>https://librariank.wordpress.com/2010/08/23/countdown/feed/0librariankcoundtownfrontcoverDiary of a Wimpy Kid: The Moviehttps://librariank.wordpress.com/2010/08/18/diary-of-a-wimpy-kid-the-movie/
https://librariank.wordpress.com/2010/08/18/diary-of-a-wimpy-kid-the-movie/#respondWed, 18 Aug 2010 12:51:01 +0000http://librariank.wordpress.com/?p=170]]>A great post over at A Fuse #8 Production (one of my top 5 blogs) about the mysterious new girl in the Diary of a Wimpy Kid Movie. I’m glad I’m not the only one who was confused by her presence. Betsy Bird does it again!!!]]>https://librariank.wordpress.com/2010/08/18/diary-of-a-wimpy-kid-the-movie/feed/0librariankWill Grayson, Will Graysonhttps://librariank.wordpress.com/2010/08/12/will-grayson-will-grayson/
https://librariank.wordpress.com/2010/08/12/will-grayson-will-grayson/#commentsThu, 12 Aug 2010 13:14:50 +0000http://librariank.wordpress.com/?p=164]]>Will Grayson, Will Grayson
John Green and David Levithan
New York: Dutton, 2009.
310 p.

This book combines two things I love: John Green’s writing and Chicago. (I haven’t read anything by David Levithan but am inspired to grab one of his books right now!) Two dudes with the same name meet each other one night in Chicago. That is what the book is about and it is also not what the book is about. One Will Grayson is a high school loner, content with hanging out with his Big Gay Best Friend, Tiny, and not getting noticed at all. The other Will Grayson is also a loner, content to hang out in his bedroom chatting online with his e-boyfriend all night. And then one night in the city…THEIR WORLDS COLLIDE!!! I love this premise.
I am a fan of books with alternating narrators (Time-Traveler’s Wife, anyone?), and I loved that the book still had a consistent undertone, despite being about two different characters and written by two different authors. And then! Tiny Cooper (Will Grayson #1’s BGBF) enters into Will Grayson #2’s world, and both authors end up writing the same character. And…it works! Wahooo!
I took my time with this one, and I’m not sure if it’s because I didn’t love it love it, or I had been flying through too many books at the time and just wanted to slow down. In any event, I enjoyed this book, mostly because I could close my eyes and imagine exactly where the characters were at any moment. Sooooo….maybe I just really like books set in Chicago. I won’t say that I would have disliked this book had it been set somewhere else, but I will say that I wouldn’t have liked it as much. (I just blew your mind, didn’t I.)
Anyway, this book is about relationships, and high school, and friendships, and Chicago…and I’d like to applaud it for having an unabashed, unapologetic, big gay best friend as a main character. (Begin slow clap…)

]]>https://librariank.wordpress.com/2010/08/12/will-grayson-will-grayson/feed/1librariankwill gLittle Piggie Cathttps://librariank.wordpress.com/2010/08/11/little-piggie-cat/
https://librariank.wordpress.com/2010/08/11/little-piggie-cat/#respondWed, 11 Aug 2010 22:45:20 +0000http://librariank.wordpress.com/?p=157]]>I rescued a baby kitten from our garage about a month ago. His names are: Little Baby Cat (for he is a wee thing), Donut (for he is like a favorite character from The Wire, always stealing cars), Benjamin Button the Cat (for he is graying, and frail, but is getting stronger with age!) and Little Piggie Cat (for he enjoys noshing on everything). Anyway, that doesn’t have anything to do with Books, but he likes to sit with me when I read so that counts for something. Here he is with his big brother cat: ]]>https://librariank.wordpress.com/2010/08/11/little-piggie-cat/feed/0librariankLittle cat Big CatOther Books I’ve Read Recentlyhttps://librariank.wordpress.com/2010/06/21/other-books-ive-read-recently/
https://librariank.wordpress.com/2010/06/21/other-books-ive-read-recently/#respondMon, 21 Jun 2010 13:42:02 +0000http://librariank.wordpress.com/?p=139]]> White Cat by Holly Black.
Curse Workers, Book 1.
320 pp.
Margaret K. McElderry, 2010.
Young Adult

I listened to this on audio on my super-long solo drive down to Gulf Shores over Memorial Day weekend (which, apparently, was a great time to go, seeing as how to oil arrived on the shore the following weekend). Jesse Eisenberg (of Adventure– and Zombie- land fame) narrates, which was weird for me when I rewatched Zombieland last week because I kept assuming that the movie was about Cassel (the main character of White Cat). Cassel comes from a family of curse workers (magicians, if you will), but he doesn’t have any powers! For shame! Except…he keeps sleepwalking and ending up in all sorts of compromising positions. And this white cat keeps showing up randomly in his dreams! And that’s all I will give away about this awesome book.
Anyway, this is the first in a series and was highly interesting and entertaining. I liked the new take on the supernatural; it’s none of this tired vampire and/or werewolf and/or zombie buisness. It kinda makes me wish I had magical powers and lived in a world where everyone has to wear gloves for fear of touching someone/having someone touch you and getting cursed. Thumbs up.

Fat Cat by Robin Brande
336 pp.
Knopf, 2009.
Young Adult

Oh look, another cat-titled book! Not on purpose, I promise. Fat Cat was one of those books that took me by surprise, mostly because I didn’t pay attention to the synopsis on the cover (there is a fancy word for this but it escapes me currently). Anyway, I like it better that way. Cat, our “fat” narrator, gets stuck with an interesting year-long project for her science class – she decides to change her habits and live as the hominids did. To as much of an extent as a millenium’s child can, at least. She starts walking to school, gives up her phone and television, eats natural foods. I thought the book had a great message – not that it’s bad to be fat, but that maybe we ought to reexamine our habits and see if we can’t better our lives.
Of course, Cat gets the boy in the end, her former best friend whom she stopped speaking to years ago because she overheard him calling her fat or something, but to me that was a) bound to happen anyway and b) harmless/not over the top.
As far as girly YA books go, this wasn’t exactly Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants or Gossip Girl. Fat Cat stands on its own, a neat little subgenre of fat literature where the protagonist spends less time hating herself (she’s unhappy with her body, but aren’t we all) and more time trying to be proactive and not whiny. Thumbs up.

This was a really delightful re-read of one of my absolute favorite books from 5th grade. It was also the first book I read on my new, wonderful Sony Reader, which I was worried about purchasing because I wasn’t sure if I would like it. Well, I like it. I like the flexibility of checking out a book whenever I want to and not having to worry about returning it on time. Returning books on time isn’t really an issue at my library since I am there every day and can monitor my circ records…but if I happen to check out a book from another library, then sometimes I have issues.

Anway. Harriet, as the title suggests, is a spy. She is also an extremely interesting narrator — great thoughts, great observations, uninentionally hilarious. She keeps tabs on everyone she knows in her notebook, which gets her into mega-trouble when she leaves it at school. Everyone ends up hating her, and Harriet has to learn to deal with that. She’s not a Mean Girl…she just has yet to realize that the truth is sometimes hurtful, and a little fib (or keeping thoughts to yourself) is necessary now and then.

I will always, always love Harriet. She got sent to a child psychologist for Pete’s sake! 14 million thumbs up.

Okay, have you heard of Harriet the Spy: Blog Wars on the Disney Channel? Here’s a great review from educating alice. And here’s the trailer. Sigh.

]]>https://librariank.wordpress.com/2010/06/21/other-books-ive-read-recently/feed/0librariankholly_black-whitecat2fat_catharriet-the-spyStop what you are doinghttps://librariank.wordpress.com/2010/06/21/stop-what-you-are-doing/
https://librariank.wordpress.com/2010/06/21/stop-what-you-are-doing/#respondMon, 21 Jun 2010 13:11:22 +0000http://librariank.wordpress.com/?p=134]]> And go listen to ‘The Maze Runner’ by James Dashner on audio right now.